Arcanis was not surprised, she stared at the anxious Ramon, trying her best to suppress the anger in her heart,

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She was expressionless and spat out the words coldly. Ramon looked at her worriedly, because he didn't understand Arcanis's attitude, was she bored, or was she suppressing her anger?

"I'll figure it out. The girl with the broken arm gave him a reassurance and stepped out of the crumbling tent.

She didn't want to look at little Ramon's pale face, the long escape was too harsh for him, and the disease was merciful enough to extend its claws to him at this time.

The girl with the broken arm sneaked away from the crowd and hid in the shadows, staring at the imperial cavalry like a shepherd dog. She didn't have much ill feelings towards the empire before, she only felt that those soldiers were just following orders, and she only felt that everything was the fault of the evil gods. But the experience of this period of time made her begin to hate the empire.

Evil gods are bad, but can the empire be called good?

The academy's education taught her that the aristocracy possessed virtue and was able to lead their people against ignorant and powerful believers in God. However, after she left that beautiful cage in the Academy, the Empire's beautiful outer sugarcoat peeled off before her eyes, revealing a dark and brutal nature. She saw with her own eyes that the empire would not leave even a child with compassion.

"Since you don't let him live, I'll let him live, and whoever stands in my way will die. ”

The girl with the broken arm whispered and began to abandon what the aristocratic education had given her. Laws and morals that used to be sacred and beautiful have become absurd in front of the cruel reality.

Arcanis suddenly remembered what Frogissa had taught her—that intrigue cannot defeat conspiracy. But ironically, it was the Shadow Dancer's skill to hide in the shadows that helped her the most on her escape.

"Come on, hounds. ”

None of the refugees dared to sneak into a makeshift camp of more than a dozen tents, but Arkanis dared to sneak through the golden glow of the morning sun in the sky. The cavalry walked around the camp, and no one noticed the uninvited guests. She found an empty tent and carefully felt inside.

There were four soldiers' sleeping bags in the tent, the brown pockets were already tied up and filled with things, and the elemental lamps tied to the top of the tent cast a warm yellow light, and the cold wind could not penetrate the thick tent at all.

Arcanis immediately unfastened his leather pocket and began rummaging. The soundproofing of the tent was poor, and she could hear the voices and footsteps outside, as if they were walking beside her. Every approaching sound made her heart beat faster. She began to resent her one-armed, resentful of some elf who had manipulated her arm, making the rummaging process seem like a century.

Eventually, she found the Imperial ration sac in a female soldier's bag, just as Arcanis stuffed it into the extradimensional space bag. One of the chaotic footsteps stopped abruptly, followed by the ominous sound of zippers.

"Damn it!"

Arcanis cursed in his heart, and quickly hid in the shadows, holding his breath.

Entering the tent was a young woman, unarmed and wearing a blue military uniform, looking as if she were a civilian soldier. On her round face, there was no arrogance and fierceness in her simple eyes. Arcanis' grip on the hilt of the knife loosened.

She opened her mouth wide in surprise at the sight of the messy tent. Hurriedly walked to the leather pocket that had fallen to the ground, leaned down, and seemed to rummage for something. And Arcanis was only less than ten centimeters away from her, and this careless girl might be able to touch the hidden Arcanis with a parting hand.

Arcanis stared nervously at the careless girl, there was still some morality in her heart, she didn't want to kill an innocent woman, the girl with the broken arm prayed in her heart, praying that she would hurry out of the tent and call someone or something. Anyway, as long as it's out of the tent, it's fine.

"Hah!

The girl cried out suddenly, and the hand in her pocket jerked out.

She's going to kill you!

Arcanis' instinct screamed, and a tight thread in his brain broke. The girl with the broken arm immediately pushed the sharp curved blade into her heart, and she came face to face with the girl, seeing the girl's blue eyes enlarged with fear. Arcanis pounced on her, his right hand quickly covering her mouth. The dying girl desperately tried to make a sound for help, but only a faint whining sound.

Obviously, the voice of her companion was in her ears, but they couldn't hear it, and the cold scythe of death gradually sank into her neck. She sank into the dark lake of despair, and her beautiful blue eyes opened wide and gradually lost their lustre.

Warm blood stained the entire sleeping bag, and when Arcanis was sure that the girl was dead, his trembling hand drew his curved blade, and the blood flowed even more. It was the first time she had looked face to face at someone she had killed.

She looked at her blue eyes, which had widened in despair before she died, and a strange sense of guilt came over her. Arcanis immediately reassured herself that she was forced to face death if she was discovered, and that the girl might have found some weapon to kill her. Thinking like this, the girl with the broken arm felt a lot less guilty.

She sighed and was about to get up and leave, but caught a glimpse of the girl's clenched right hand. Driven by curiosity, she broke her fingers, and a golden ring appeared in the palm of her hand, engraved with the names of men and women, a wedding ring. Arcanis's fingers twitched, the girl may have a fiancé who loved her thousands of miles away, or maybe she still had a lover's love letter in her personal pocket. A young girl may also have a young husband who looks up at the stars whenever they rise into the night sky, holding her wedding ring in her hand and reminiscing about her warm gaze with her husband.

It's a pity that the person she loves can no longer see her blue eyes.

The girl with the broken arm forced herself to stop thinking about it, as the guilt began to burn. She stuffed the corpse into a bag in another dimension, because the wounds on the corpse were traitors to the murderer. For some reason, she escaped from the tent with the blood-stained wedding ring in her hand as she left. Luckily, no one found a young girl dead in her tent.

Arcanis sneaked out of the makeshift barracks, but her mind was in disarray, and the smell of blood emitted by a pool of bright red blood on her chest made her feel like a cruel butcher,

"Whoever stands in my way is death. ”

But did the young girl stand in her way? She asked herself more than once if she could have avoided the killing if she hadn't been patient? What the answer to this question is, no one knows, not even those who orchestrate fate.

When she reasoned again and again, expecting logic to give her a definite answer. Fragments of memory floated up, and she remembered the unfinished ending of her dream, and saw the face of the white-haired thief who opened the door of the dormitory and broke in......

She is a girl in a white dress who opens her eyes wide but does not scream when she sees a thief with a bulging mouth. The girl with the broken arm keenly captured the sympathy in her eyes, and she was sentimental, and she suddenly made up a beautiful encounter in her brain. But the white-haired thief didn't think so, he raised his dagger and rushed in front of her, stabbing her to death.

Arcanis closed her eyes deeply, is this fate? Is she going to experience everything she has experienced in her previous life again? Is it all fate?